The Kill From Afar Poem by Charl JF Cilliers

They stopped the car
to watch the thrill
of pursuit from afar,
the drag-down, the kill.

Under the thorn tree
the carcass lies
festooned with the acne
of dark hissing flies.

A lion and four lionesses stare
with satiated eyes
as crowding vultures appear
with baggy-pants strides,
stomping and shoving to sidle near.

A flask of coffee, sandwiches and beer
shared in the car,
the tourists move off, satisfied, having here
partaken of nature in the raw.